Suffering from low self-esteem due to her less-than-ample bosom, Betty (Jessica Zwolak) visits a plastic surgeon, Dr. Thulu (Debbie Rochon), unaware that the crazy quack is an acolyte of the elder gods, and intends to implant the spawn of one of the old ones into her latest patient's breasts. Post-operation, Betty is ecstatic about her augmented boobs, which give her the boost in confidence she needed; unfortunately, her new knockers also cause her to have blackouts, during which her possessed chest goes on the rampage, devouring human flesh.
I know someone who was an extra in Killer Rack; 'twas the main reason I watched it. I'm not going to lie... spotting her was the most entertaining thing about the film. Although the premise sounds loopy enough to ensure plenty of laughs, and everyone involved is clearly giving their all, the script is severely lacking. Horror comedy is notoriously difficult to get right, and on this occasion the scares aren't there and the gags fall flatter than Betty's chest (pre-surgery).
Troma head-honcho Lloyd Kaufman has a role in this film, which gives an idea of the level of sophistication at play: the humour is very low-brow and painfully obvious, while the extremely broad performances wouldn't seem out of place in a school pantomime (two of the worst characters are extremely low-rent knock-offs of Jay and Silent Bob). The practical special effects have a certain charm to them - cheap and cheerful puppetry with some juicy gore - but there's also some seriously dodgy CGI to contend with.
While breast obsessed schoolboys might think that this film is the tits, I imagine most viewers will feel like a right tit for having wasted their time.
3/10.
N. B. Fans of indie horror cinema might recognise Roy Frumkes, director of body-melt classic Street Trash, as a businessman. Also of interest: B-movie director Brett Piper, who gave us the equally lamentable A Nymphoid Barbarian in Dinosaur Hell, is credited as stop motion supervisor.
